Monday Morning Mirth
Our dear Monday Morning Mirth originated, years ago now, due to the fact that I don’t like Mondays. Seems I’m not alone in that sentiment, but in the spirit of making lemonade out of lemons, laughing seemed to be the best medicine.
Before I mangle any more metaphors, this morning, as I’m drinking my coffee, I’m also contemplating mon toilettage. It is always a choreographed affair here at Chez Chic to balance time for the cuppa, the NYTimes headliner email I devour every AM, and the managing of the hair and wardrobe, before rushing out the door to be stuck in the early AM rush hour traffic. Although I love painting my face, I am really lacking in motivation in the fine art of sculpting mon coiffure.
Not so for the Ancients!
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately about life in the times of the early Ceasar’s and it seems that hair was just a building block in the architecture of self.
from the VRoma Project
This is a 1st Century B.C. Flavian do, which I suppose, took much longer than the 10 minutes per morning I devote to my tresses…
But the question remains: wig or au naturel?!